The chipped walls, the leaking ceiling.

One bedroom hall, where whole family is residing.

Tell stories of struggle, and battles fought for surviving.

There is no urge to die, but a hope to keep thriving.

The earthen smell keeps them grounded.

They work every hour with the faith to be founded.

The power that patience holds should be lauded.

For those in misery have to be founded.

From being treated like dirt, to fine pearl.

When their endeavours are discovered, they feel heard.

When their efforts pay the fruits, they whirl.

For adversity is the place where brave unfurl.

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